Chasms Yawn Nov15 by melodylowes Chasms yawn between your position and mine. Insurmountable obstacles, glaciated fortifications loom, freezing our chances. If I dare, I could don ice-grips and pull a Sir Edmund – will you meet me on the summit with an oxygen tank? Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Inadvertently, you speak of the passive-aggressive political civil war going on in the US right now.
There is so much going on in your world in the political and social arenas – may you all find the courage and wisdom to meet on the mountaintop!
Amen to that.
Mountain Tops seem to be all there is on Planet Political, I am ready for some oxygen carring Senators, Congressmen and Presidential admin.
Indeed…I pray that there will be the political will to do what needs doing!
I loved the “and pull a Sir Edmund”, Melody! Thanks for your wisdom in poems!
🙂 Thanks Debbie!